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James Joyce reading from "Finnegans Wake"

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Another Thing to Sort of Pin on David Foster Wallace. Orwell. One Ring Zero with Margaret Atwood in Toronto. Philip Roth on Fame, Sex and God - Rita Braver - CBS Sunday Morning. By RITA BRAVER - CBS SUNDAY MORNING Added: Sunday, 03 October 2010 at 9:45 PM Philip Roth, a candidate for the Nobel Prize in Literature was interviewed on CBS Sunday morning.

Philip Roth on Fame, Sex and God - Rita Braver - CBS Sunday Morning

About 3/4 the way through the interview he stops the interviewer in her tracks, wonderfully, when he responds to her question about how is he not concerned about how people view his atheism with, "When the whole world doesn't believe in God, it'll be a great place. " America's Greatest Novelist" Discusses His Latest Book, "Nemesis," the Solitude of Writing, and Atheism Some believe American novelist Philip Roth could win the Nobel Prize for Literature when it's announced this coming Thursday. Rita Braver caught up with the author in his old hometown: If it's true you can't go home again, don't tell that to Philip Roth. The legendary writer's childhood house in Newark, New Jersey, still stands - with a plaque in his honor. "It’s amusing," he admitted. "Yeah, I wanted to be a famous baseball player! " "About, I guess. " ...

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Lewis Carroll. Keep the Aspidistra Flying - Chapter 1. The clock struck half past two.

Keep the Aspidistra Flying - Chapter 1

In the little office at the back of Mr McKechnie's bookshop, Gordon--Gordon Comstock, last member of the Comstock family, aged twenty-nine and rather moth-eaten already--lounged across the table, pushing a four-penny packet of Player's Weights open and shut with his thumb. The ding-dong of another, remoter clock--from the Prince of Wales, the other side of the street--rippled the stagnant air. Gordon made an effort, sat upright, and stowed his packet of cigarettes away in his inside pocket. He was perishing for a smoke. However, there were only four cigarettes left. Bored in advance by tomorrow's tobaccoless hours, he got up and moved towards the door--a small frail figure, with delicate bones and fretful movements. The money clinked in his trouser pocket as he got up. His heart sickened to think that he had only fivepence halfpenny in the world, threepence of which couldn't even be spent.

However, there was nobody outside. Good. Ha! But no! Ping! Ping! Toni Morrison - Nobel Lecture. Nobel Lecture December 7, 1993 Listen to an Audio Recording of Toni Morrison's Nobel Lecture* 33 min.

Toni Morrison - Nobel Lecture

"Once upon a time there was an old woman. Blind but wise. " Or was it an old man? "Once upon a time there was an old woman. In the version I know the woman is the daughter of slaves, black, American, and lives alone in a small house outside of town. One day the woman is visited by some young people who seem to be bent on disproving her clairvoyance and showing her up for the fraud they believe she is. She does not answer, and the question is repeated. Still she doesn't answer.

The old woman's silence is so long, the young people have trouble holding their laughter. Finally she speaks and her voice is soft but stern. Her answer can be taken to mean: if it is dead, you have either found it that way or you have killed it. The systematic looting of language can be recognized by the tendency of its users to forgo its nuanced, complex, mid-wifery properties for menace and subjugation. We die. New fiction: The stuff of life.